I just wanted to know; Does someone here know games called Fallout, Fallout 2, and Fallout Tactics? The game is about wastelands in USA after the nuclear warfare. Alot of different forces are fighting in the bloodstained sands of fallout. Raiders, Super Mutants, Human organisations, etc... The game is real great once you get into it. So for everyone who knows Fallout! POST HERE!

BTW The pics that I attached are just fan art, not ingame screenshots or anything. The game itself is an RPG.

anyone done the GNR communication tower mission yet? i just did that last night... fucking fucking epic!! i don't wanna spoil a bunch of stuff here but, lets just say you go to a couple of the DC museums and have a few EPIC scenes, fighting epic enemies, and one of the scariest video game moments for me in a while ... i literally turned around thinking i could find another route... but, i had to face the music and head that way...

some of you might know what i am talking about but, [spoiler]its the scene where you entered the vault-tec demonstration at the museum of technology... i seriously was freaking out because the lights kept on turning on in every corridor i passed and the siren went off in the demonstration... i though for sure the enemies herd that, and they did ... but, it scared me because i thought i was about to be shut in with all those super mutants... it's one of the best scene's i've seen in a video game... ever... it was very epic and awesome[/spoiler]...

This post has been edited by turd burglar: Nov 13 2008, 11:06 PM

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.